Page 49 of The Power Play

I slide on my black silk robe, hiding the surprise underneath. I’m lying on the couch with the TV on, though I’m not really watching as I wait for him to come home. We briefly texted after the game, and he told me what time he would be back.

So here I am, really hoping he doesn’t stand me up again.

Okay, that might not be fair. I know what happened and this is different.

The sound of the front door opening has me shooting up to stand, smiling in his direction as he comes in and sees me.

His eyes trail over my exposed legs I have crossed, up to my mid-thigh where the robe ends, lingering on where my cleavage is accentuated by the bra. He reaches my face and I know my smile has turned a bit flirtier at his blatant examination of me.

“Wh–” he clears his throat. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to get home.”

“You’ve just been waiting here?” He looks at me skeptically.

I chuckle. “No, I got some things. I haven’t been waiting for very long.” I step toward him slowly. His duffle slides down his arm while his gaze remains solely on me. It’s like he refuses to look away even for a second because maybe this isn’t real. Once I’m standing within arm’s reach of him, I look up and say, “I want to play a game with you.”

“What kind of game?” his voice drops lower.

“One you’ll enjoy. Are you in?”

“I–Yes, I don’t think I could say no to that.”

“Good.” I grab his hand and pull him into the living room. I have a few items spread out on the coffee table and he sees them for the first time, his eyes bugging out. There are dildos, vibrators, plugs, handcuffs, rope, paddles, floggers. Just a part of my collection. There’s also a timer, already set to two minutes.

“This isn’t scrabble,” he mumbles.

I laugh, “No, it’s not. This is a game I made up. It’s called power play.”

He swings his gaze back to me in shock and confusion. “Why is it called that?”

“Because hockey, duh. So, it’s kind of like truth or dare, but without the dare part. So, we will each ask each other a truth and if we don’t want to answer then the other person gets a power play, where they get to do whatever we want to them for two minutes.”

He swallows roughly, “Anything?”

I nod, “We can have a safe word. Red is absolutely a no go, and we stop everything, okay?”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, and I can sense his nervousness.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” I reassure him. This is supposed to be fun, and I already feel him overthinking it.

“No, I want to.”

“Great, you go first, ask me your question.” I sit back against the cushions, thinking he will go easy at first. And he does.

He looks me over once again. “What’s under the robe?”

I smile, glad he asked. I stand up and shrug it off to reveal what I wanted to show him. I thought his gaze was burning before, but now I actually feel my skin getting hot like he’s going to set me on literal fire.

“Yeah, yellow is definitely my favorite color. Fucking hell, Audrey,” he groans, and I smile, sitting back down like I’m not almost completely exposed.

“My turn,” I announce proudly. “What did you first think of me when you saw me? As Lacey.” Even though I want to ask him something else that I’m fairly certain he won’t answer, I start off simple. Plus, I want to know the answer.

“I was intrigued. You had a long blue wig on with one of your lace masks and honestly I wanted to see the real you, underneath all that. You drew me in with your mystery. And you’ve kept drawing me in ever since.

I bite back my small gasp. I didn’t expectthat.

“My turn. What did you think ofmewhen you first saw me?”

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